I am excited

I really am. But before I tell you why, here’s a story.

I remember one December when I was about 13, me and a few friends were sitting in the school yard talking about what we were going to be getting for Christmas which was just a few weeks away. We were all talking about the expensive new fangled presents we’d be getting. I was getting a brand new Gamecube, one was getting one of those new iPod things that were only now working on Windows, another was going to see Sum 41( who, just to put it in context, had just released “All Killer No Filler”),and then we get to the last boy. We’ll call him Hank, because he kinda looks more like a Hank than his real name, I think. Anyway, little Hank was super excited for his big present. I could see the joy in his eyes and hear it in his voice, because you see, Hank was getting a brand new desk for his room.

I laughed really hard right in his face when he told us.

“Haha, you’re such a NERD.” I said, not looking up from my new Magic The Gathering deck I’d just had for my birthday.

“What’s wrong with having a desk?”  Hank said defensively, “I’ll finally have a space to do my homework and stuff.”

“You’ll finally have a space to do your gay-work in!” I said childishly. Haha, I was funny.

He didn’t speak to me for a few weeks after that, not until we had come back after the Christmas holidays.  And in the end, he got the last laugh anyway, because I was moved down a set and he was moved up.

Anyway, that brings us the end of the story and straight to my point: I’m getting a new desk this weekend. Yay! The “desk” I have now is not a desk. I don’t know what it is, but it aint no desk. I think it’s given me tennis elbow.

And so Hank gets the last laugh again, because I’m getting a desk and I’m excited.

Goddamit do I hate you, Hank.